I just got off the phone with one of my oldest and dearest friends. She knows me as well as or better than anyone, has seen me at my absolute worst, and yet loves me all the same.
My heart broke into a few more pieces with the news that she just lost her father.
I couldn't even process what she was telling me for a few minutes.
While there is comfort in numbers, this is one situation where I had hoped to stay alone. I don't WANT people to know what I've felt. I don't WANT people to read, and nod their head in understanding.
I wish this were a MUCH more exclusive club...
When Mom died, I told a few of my cousins, "When your mom(s) died, I felt terrible for you, but now I understand."
They hated that I understood in the same way that I hate that my friend now understands.
Pidge, I love you. You know that I will be here at any time you need, and can be THERE when you need me too. I will send prayers for you and your family, and I will pray that God allows my mom to chair the Welcoming Committee.
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